Me and Jimmy Crowder and a single cigarette
Crouched down in a stall out in the barn
Three puffs later we were sick as we could get
Praying we'd get better before we got home
She saw me coming through the back door screen
I knew the minute that she looked at me

Me and Becky Johnson ankle deep in ocean waves
Pants rolled up and hearts out on our sleeves
Both feeling more than either one of us could say
That first love left the sweetest memory
Fifteen and shy I didn't tell a soul
How is it mama never has to be told